So. I needed new tags for the car.

Getting them from the MVA of Maryland took one week, three physical visits by myself, multiple physical visits from the people who sold us the car, numerous telephone calls, at least two websearches, the procurement of widely diverse pieces of documentation, multiple amounts of shuffling from one desk to another, an angry conversation with a supervisor, and a signed letter from my wife permitting the staffers to even talk with me before I could get them. And why did this take so long? Because their computer system can’t update its records to handle the concept that people actually still get married, that’s why. The best part? Everybody involved knew this all along, but we had to go through it all anyway.

And that was for a new set of license plates. Imagine the glitches that will crop up to interfere with federal oversight over your emergency appendectomy.

Crossposted to RedState.